(without looking up) If you rotate that apple one more time, I’m going to film it and put it on the internet. Title: Woman Declares War on Produce.
(smiles tightly) No, darling. Something I’m exhausted by. There’s a difference. Control is a rental agreement with anxiety. You think you’re the landlord. You’re not. You’re the tenant who’s afraid of the boiler.
Finally. Something you’re bad at.
(puts phone down) Whoa. That was almost profound. Say it again so I can pretend I thought of it first. Daphne And Irina. Show 1
You’re a monster.
Welcome to Daphne and Irina . Show one. We have no plan. We have no producer. And we are definitely not okay.
It’s a Gala, Irina. Not an apple. Galas have symmetry. Red is at 2 o’clock. Green is at 8. This is basic fruit cartography. (without looking up) If you rotate that apple
Fruit cartography. You’ve lost your mind. (She finally looks up) What’s the theme of today’s show, by the way? Last week was “Do I have a personality, or just good taste?” The week before was “Is my ex a narcissist or just French?”
(placing the last grape with tweezers) Today’s theme is control.
(long pause. Then a slow grin.) That’s not profound. That’s mean . I love it. (beat) Okay, Show 1, Rule 1: Daphne is not allowed to arrange anything for the rest of the day. Something I’m exhausted by
(sits across from her) You don’t need to borrow my lines. You have chaos. Chaos is its own kind of control, you know. You keep everything messy so no one expects you to hold anything together.
And you’re a control artist who just got evicted from her own fruit bowl. (She steals the apple and takes a loud bite) Camera two, close up on anarchy.
(laughing despite herself, reaching for the coffee cup) I hate this show.